Lyrics

I'LL NEVER GROW UP
(Words and Music by Michael W. Avery)

The cliff was high, but still I dove
Then I headed out to Party Cove
They got pretty girls by the droves
It is like a treasure trove

Life is sweet like a honeycomb
Wherever you may happen to roam
From Gibraltar to the Hippodrome
Past Sam Sara is Home Sweet Home

I'll never grow up, though I may grow old
I'll never grow up; I never really found a good anchor-hold

Got to cruise back to my hut
Have a little rum and coconut
Gonna see some compound scuttlebutt
When little Mona Lisa comes out to strut

Some may say that I'm uncouth
Because I always speak the truth
I say: Eye for eye; Tooth for tooth
You don't believe me ask Dr. Ruth

I'll never grow up, though I may grow old
I'll never grow up; I never really found a good anchor-hold

There must be a certain chromosome
To love an island as a home
I've got a cold Red Stripe and the sea-foam
And a pith helmet to cover my dome

CHORUS

© 2007 Michael W. Avery